The Heavens Are Not Watching

Feng Qing's shoulder was held by Xie Jiuhan as he walked towards the garden. Feng Qing asked curiously, "No way, there's really a candlelight dinner?"

Xie Jiuhan nodded. "Of course."

Could it be that holding a candlelight dinner in the dignified Xie Manor was something difficult? If Xie Qi couldn't do it, he would punish Xie Qi to sleep at the door for a week.

A few minutes later, Xie Jiuhan brought Feng Qing to the garden of the Xie Manor. Feng Qing looked up and realized that the entire garden was filled with shining candlelight. In the center of the garden was a long table covered in a white tablecloth. There were retro candlesticks on the table, an exquisite plate, and a bottle of red wine lying in the ice.